"Now you have to excuse me. I have a lot of things to do and certain people are waiting for me. If there are any developments I’ll let you know."
"One last thing."
"Yes?"
"The crooked field... do you remember why we called it like that? You know, I was thinking about it the other night, but I can"t..."
I hear him breathing through the phone.
"Because it was full of potholes. The ball bounced in an erratic way."
"Oh, of course."
"See you soon."
The hypotheses unfold quickly, one after the other, like black and white trailers. Silent films on the theme of death and oblivion. I don"t believe in the suicide theory. Nor do I believe in the tall story of the self-injurious act. There is no rational reason but I am convinced that the girl is the key to everything, the sun around w
